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Illi found herself in a corridor, seemingly devoid of... anything. But, of course, appearances aren't everything. With her higher senses, she could detect a strong blessing; most likely to prevent the subterranean place from being discovered by any supernatural searches. She closed her eyes to feel the flow of energy through the place. It was... similar to Hell. But... her former home had a far stronger stream. It was comforting in a way... not the same, certainly, but still; medicine for her soul. She sighed, keeping her eyes shut, walking forwards until her outstretched hand touched the cool stone wall. The texture awarded her a smile; so familiar... A memory surfaced; she had become intimately acquainted with the grain of Mother Terra's rock very recently. One of her kind, an Incubus, had pushed her to a wall, taking her form behind. The sensations of it... they came back, her vocal chords spilling a high, keening semi-moan. She pulled the southernwards travelling hand back; it would not do to go into a Frenzy now. It took no deliberation for her to unwind in a different way. Earth; by far the most materialistic element, would be able to calm her sexual instincts. She leaned to the wall until her forehead came to rest on the rough stone. Earth, the element, resided in her heart and torso, linking her to the world's energies... Without thinking, she continued her rebounding with all four elements. Water, for her legs, letting her flow like a liquid... Fire, to her arms and back, granting her the ability to strike like a flame... And Wind, within her wings and head, giving her grace of flight and a mind as sharp as a cold snap's breeze. This was her religion; she was an Elementalist, even if she did worship a God of only Fire.

"Renewing your bonds with the Elements, eh?"

Illi yelped, the vague wisps of elemental energy scattering, spinning around to face... Nathan?

He laughed "I'll take that as a yes."

She couldn't help fuming at him for interrupting "Stop laughing!"

"Okay, okay, calm down..." His face became a mask of suppressed humour as he spoke placidatingly "Changing the subject: you've met Artz, right?"

"... The Dragon?" She continued seething despite his effort.

"Yeah."

"I have..." Artz? That didn't sound... Draconic... at all...

"By the way, his real name is far longer than that; he just gets tired of people having trouble remembering it, so I gave him a nickname. He took a liking to it, obviously..."

"I see... ... Nathan?"

"Hmm?"

She hesitated, and took a second to gather sufficient confidence "Is it true... what Artz said... are you really a..." She fumbled for a word that wouldn't be offensive.

"Homunculus? Yep." He grinned "Not too much to digest, is it?"

"... Homu-what?"

"Homunculus: a human created by magic. It's not perfectly accurate but it's an apt descriptor."

"I... see..." She stared for a time, directly into his blue eyes... she wrenched her sight away from them as her instincts flared up again, before blurting: "Was your father really an Infernal?"

"Yep." He returned her stare, she could feel his vision almost scalding her, making her body's internal temperature rise dramatically "He even taught me a few things before he was forced back into Hell by the church..." He paused, then added: "... and they burnt my mother on the accusation of being a Witch..." Nathan's gaze became depressed "With all the magic I learnt, I was able to save my mother's soul before she died. She couldn't exist like that... as a meaningless Shade... so I sent her to be reborn in Hell. Illi, do you remember having a child... a Succubus like yourself?"

Taken off guard by the sudden question, she thought nothing of how he could have known "Yes..." He could do that!? Only the Gods can have such power! Them and Dragons...

"Then I succeeded..."

"... Huh?" She blinked "What do you mean?"

"I'll be honest, Illi... you are the one I sent her soul to."

She vaguely felt her jaw drop "What!?" She had noticed how unusual that pregnancy had been... she hadn't had sex for... a week? Two weeks? And it just... happened. At least, now, she knew...

"Look, I know you're angry at me-"

"No..."

"... You're not?"

"No, I'm not." She rubbed her forehead. It was a shock... but... that meant that there was no coincidence that she ended up here. It was fated "I... That was my first... I was happy... Happy to be one of the Mother Race... I hadn't fully accepted my role until then... my purpose... to bare the children of all Daemons... It was... It was something I wanted to experience again..."

"... And, have you?"

"Yes... more than a dozen times."

"Wow..."

She blushed. It wasn't a personal subject... but she still felt embarrassed. Probably because the direction of conversation was causing her instincts to rise to the occasion.

He didn't comment, if he had noticed anything "Now I understand... the title 'Mother Race' that is... I didn't expect it to be so... literal."

"It's a... good role, I think..." She silently cursed her easily-activated libido. Her last words had sounded too seductive for her comfort.

"Mm. Well, just so you know, you don't need to restrain yourself." He winked "Artz has given me a quick rundown of most Daemon races, so I think I have a vague idea of what you're feeling about now."

Illi stared, her face nearly glowing as she felt almost every drop of blood in her body rush to her cheeks "Oh."

"Relax, Illi." He waved a hand carelessly "You can do whatever you like while you're below the ground floor; whatever happens here, stays here."

"Oh..." She couldn't take it any longer, and her eyes sharply darted down him. He was still wearing the clothes she had first saw him in which did nothing to hide the facts. He was aroused. And she was ready. It never took much for any Succubus to be ready. With a lustily pleading gaze, she stretched her arms and wings out to him invitingly.

He chuckled, shaking his head "Oh, no... I want, but I'm far from needing..."

It was... disappointing? She sighed, folding her arms around herself, her wings following suit to cloak her in leathery blackness. I wasn't like she wanted love... she just wanted sex... but it would be good, in all honesty, if his seed took root and, by age-old custom, he would take care of her during the ensuing months.

"Hey, Artz is just through that door... and he is the biggest here, if you catch my drift." He touched her neck, sliding his thumb over her larynx.

"Mmhhh..."

"Just watch that you don't get yourself hurt."

Illi stretched her neck up, willing him to keep providing that rather new sensation, but his hand departed "I won't..." She breathed, turning back to the door she had come through. Her rational mind had already been subdued by hormones... she didn't even consider the size difference... The door opened with anticlimactic ease, and her eyes fell on the dragon, his body still lounged against the wall.

"That was quick." He rumbled.

She was taken aback by his amusement... but that hardly mattered "I suppose... Artz-"

"I know." He rolled onto his claws, sending faint vibrations through the floor "My sense of smell is extraordinary, I believe. You're looking for... amalgamation, yes?"

"Yes..."

With light thuds, he strolled towards her, his nostrils emitting ever so slight tendrils of smoke "Well then... I will be pleased to help..." His muzzle split in an open grin "It has been so long... even for one of my kind..."

Illi could only stare, an overwhelming helplessness knotting her bowels. It was always like this with the larger Daemons... and she loved it. Eyes locked onto his, she paced forwards, taking small steps. Nathan may not have been needing... but Artz undoubtedly was.

"Any specific route, whore...?"

Where a human may have been insulted... a Succubus was complimented... after all, Illi did enjoy sex... and did partake in as much as possible... "No..."

His head descended near to the floor, observing her from below. She trembled, excited; opening her legs just enough to give the slightest look at the wettening intimate spot she, and others, cherished. His tongue; long and tapered as nature decided, attacked, the wet thud of flesh meeting flesh echoing back from the walls "Tasty morsel..."

Her reply was a scream. But not of pain. No, pain didn't exist. Pain was removed... banished from her universe. So, in the true fashion of a Succubus, her wings snapped open as she shrieked; her sexual cavity filled by what must have been a dozen inches of saliva-dripping, draconic tongue. His front-right claw was about her waist, keeping her still. Her hands tight on his upper jaw, she tried to move, to lower herself, to take more of what there was to offer. He didn't so much as feed as piledrive further into her bliss. She screamed again, choking before reaching peak volume. His hot muscle, writhing within her, was at the end of her cavity. There was no more room directly upwards... so he added another length, coiling around the perimeter of her internal space. Drool escaped the corner of her mouth, such was the pleasure; eyes rolled back to the ceiling. She felt teeth on her stomach, just before the last profuse shove. Such a loud noise it made, her hoarse cry was almost, almost drowned.

"A-... Ar-..." She managed to utter, convulsing as the tongue did similarly; peaking with an unholy violence. Then something happened. Something that had never occurred to her before... she passed out of consciousness.

Light... noise... fire? No... fire was heat... it burnt... this was cool... smooth... Metal? Yes... sharp metal... Sharp?

Illi woke with a jolt. Disorientation was immediate, questions without answers. Where? When? What? Why?

Dull pain. Her eyes finally opened, and opened wide. Her hands... they were bloodied... deeply lacerated... holding onto something that shone...

Her hair... Her limbs... Her whole body... Blood, blood, and more blood... All her own... A red trickle joined the several already seeping from her face. She looked up; forwards. In correction, her hands were clenched onto... a lance... some sort of... lance...

Ahead, blurry as to be near impossible to see, was... a person... A man. His cowl was grey... splattered with red... the hood hiding all but his mouth... which was curved in a grin; satisfaction of sorts... His hands were holding the lance... which was... through her chest, below her breasts...

Drip, drip, drip.

She could feel it, the sensation of lightness that came with bleeding to death. A shout... an unrecognizable voice...The man's head turned, steel withdrawing. She was standing free... but she was too weak; her legs failed, letting her fall onto the... carpet.

It felt so... good... fingers making circles in the bloody pools... to just lay there...

... just lay there and die...

She came back from dreams sharply, lurching upright with a decidedly sick feeling. It was dark.

Laying a hand over her eyes, she took breaths to clam her flailing heart. This was new... she hadn't had a nightmare before. Not a real one. Hand away from her eyes, she took in her surroundings. It was too dark to see by light, but she could pick out a few details with her extra senses. Due to the limitations of seeing into the void, the walls, floor, and anything else inanimate was completely invisible. The flow of power was visible as a pale smoke, seething in a constant direction. Still, she could hardly see that over the blinding colours that she immediately recognised as Artz. Without normal vision interrupting her sight, he was incredibly defined; immeasurable power constrained in a tight grip.

In contrast, there was a far smaller piece of energy moving around close to her. Great, an Imp "What do you want?" It emitted a squeak, and fell over. She laughed.

"That was not nice!" She heard him complain in the high pitched voice characteristic of Imps "Almost died of a heart attack, ye?"

Illi shook her head "Maybe. What are you up to?"

"Checking out the new addition... What else would I be doing?"

She tilted her head, appearing to think as her hand crept up behind the lesser Daemon "I don't know..." Her fingers found his leg, and jumped upwards. In an instant, she had something relatively small and slick between her thumb and forefinger "This?"

He started "... err... oh, damn..."

She laughed, letting go with a flick to his dry stomach "How flattering."

"... eh?"

There was something strange about him "Who're you anyway?"

"Oh, that was rude of me; I'm Kun."

"Kun..." That didn't sound like a usual name for any Daemon... unless it was short for something "How'd you arrive here then? I haven't asked Artz yet, but..."

"That's easy enough, Master bought me from the family that used to own me."

She blinked "No, I mean here, on Earth..."

"Ah, my mistake. I was born here."

Now it was Illi's turn to start "You were born here? What happened to your mother and father?"

She felt him sit on her leg, a ratty tail laying across her lap "As soon as the family found that I was male, they killed my father. My mother died in an accident a few years later... I didn't get any other siblings, mine or otherwise."

She kept quiet, bringing an arm to hold Kun "I'm sorry..."

"I'm a slave." He shrugged indifferently "It happens."

"... If you don't mind me asking... how did your mother die?"

"It was an accident. The youngest son of the family at the time had been eyeing my mother ever since he became thirteen. One night, he dragged her to his room... she was dead when I saw her next."

She stared at the small blob of energy she could recognise as an Imp, and pulled him up to her chest. She could feel his wet 'something' pressing onto her, but she didn't mind. She was used to those things "I'm very, very sorry for bringing this up..."

"That's fine." He squirmed "I've had half a century to get over it; I have."

She was quiet for some time. What humans could do... and they still had the gall to call Daemons monsters! There was nothing she could do for him, but... "Kun, have you ever met a Succubus before?"

"No. The family never let me leave their house."

"Well then..." She smiled devilishly, laying back down and splaying her legs "I think you deserve some fun."

She listened to the faint sound of the gnarled creature's mouth opening and closing with some amusement "Ye're serious...? Ye mean... er... that... right...?"

"What else could I have meant..." Her fingers sought out his little slick thing, and stroked it slowly "I need an itch scratched... could you do that for me...?" She said in the best seductive voice she had.

"Y-Yes, ma'am!" He managed to stutter out, though it took him several seconds. Illi, grinning, laid herself back.

Now, something must be explained about Imps. They are beings of little power, but they are strong in their own way; either in numbers, or their latent skill at illusions. Naturally, their illusions are not real; but they seem real, both visually and physically... which makes sex with them very interesting.

Her eyes closed as she felt Kun's little face press against her cunt; the light pleasure surely welcome. Although it was tiny, she still clearly felt his tongue dipping in to taste her; erotic in a different way from the norm. His pin-like dick found her ass... she bit her lip... and he jammed himself in as far could be possible.

Illi clenched her jaw, grunting at the impossibly huge mountain of flesh forced through her back hole. It burnt something horrid, but that was kindling for her desires. The eager Imp held her thighs as he humped, quick, hard strokes that were magnified by the Illusion he was creating.

In all seriousness, the situation was unbearable. She had to see what was happening, to increase her pleasure... even though it was already plentiful. She whispered a short three-syllable word, calling a flame into existence that floated, burning perpetually, above her stomach.

She started, moderately surprised. There were two Imps... though she couldn't feel the one sitting above her groin, his legs splayed... She grinned. The second one was obviously an Illusion. And from between it's legs, came the horrified face of Kun "I... er..."

"Relax. I said you could have fun, didn't I?"

Still somewhat shy, he retreated behind his doppelganger, clearly going back to sucking it's prick. Illi's grin vanished as the pounding resumed abruptly, bringing back the burning in her ass. Weakly, she propped herself up, watching over Kun as he serviced the fake Imp. A surge of her juice quickly soaked his body; he moaned, trying his best to fuck her hard, the Other suddenly holding his head, thrusting.

Illi held herself up with one arm as she freed a hand to trace the curve of Kun's back. He shivered; his spindly tail raising as she neared it. Catching an idea, she moved her fingers around it; searching underneath. As soon as he gave a stronger shudder, she pressed her finger against him, as if trying to penetrate him, rubbing firmly in a tiny circle.

He groaned audibly, and came; unloading a proportionate amount to his pretended size. Illi breathed a sighing moan, watching him slowly swallow several times. Soon enough, his Illusions faded as he dropped them; the cock plugging her ass becoming tiny again, the seed doing likewise; shrinking away.

Kun groaned again "It's been so long..."

"Long and hard..." She muttered, earning a giggle "I'd imagine that a good fuck has never been easy for you to find, has it?"

"Actually..." The Imp pursed his wrinkled lips for a second "Can I tell ye something?"

"Sure..."

"I've had an... easy life, compared to some slaves..." Kun climbed up onto Illi's stomach, sitting near the flame she had called "The family I served had two sons... the eldest being the one that killed my mother... The other was around a decade younger..." He passed his fingers through the flame; not being harmed by the action, as Imps are mostly immune to fire "Most of the time, I was ordered to look after him... especially when he was small... I was a bit surprised that they trusted me enough, but... well, it doesn't matter... ... We were friends... he didn't take long to notice how I was punished... his father even showed him how to hurt me... ..." Kun paused "After that, he would ask if he could be the one that does that, when I was to be punished... Naturally, he made a show of taking me off for the punishment, but he never did anything to me."

"Some humans are alright, I guess..." Illi commented quietly.

"Ye... He was a real kind kid... ... it seemed like no time at all, and he hit thirteen..." He grinned, staring into the flame "We became close buddies so quick at that point... he would tell me things, and ask questions... often about something he would never want to talk to anyone else about... ... Ye see, I helped him overcome so much of the anguish that all human teens go through... We got even closer when he found out he was... er... bisexual, I think the word is..."

"It is..."

"... we were... quite intimate... ... I'd sometimes use my Illusions to give him a most pleasing show... though, we much preferred having fun without them... ... No one suspected a thing... ... Then, his fourteenth birthday came... he had a great party for that one... ... That night, he insisted that I sleep with him... I-I liked that... and, in the morning, he said..." Kuns' eyes closed, his tiny claws holding his knees "He said he loved me. I was shocked... enough to drop the glass I was carrying... ..."

Illi blinked, hard. No wonder he seemed strange to her... he had been touched by humankind in so many ways... "And, you...?"

"Yes! Of course I did... I near enough raised him... I couldn't not love someone like him... ... We had each other for near twenty years..." Tears emerged from Kuns' closed lids "Then he got married... I was jealous for a time, but found it needless... he loved me still... just he had to have children... ... his parents arraigned it anyway... It complicated things a bit, but we managed to find the moments to enjoy each other..."

"I have a hard time believing that a human could be like this to any Daemon... you were lucky, Kun..."

"I know... ... Everything was good for a year... we even got around his wife by pretending that my regular sort of punishment was pleasing him... I was quite good at acting... ... But-" His voice cracked "But she saw us when he wanted it up the ass... she wasn't supposed to be in the house at the time... ... We both knew we had been caught out, even if she never brought it up... ... I knew we didn't have long left before something happened... I slept with him every night, hiding in the shorts he always wore to bed... I used to love curling around his cock at night... I'd always wake up covered in pre... ... Turns out, we only had a week... he... left for work one morning... and never came back... ... I was sold as soon as his body was found..."

Illi's scowl, which had been developing throughout that last monologue, darkened "Humans... what filthy mongrels... their solution for everything is death..."

"And don't ye know it..." Kun grinned up at her wearily "As Christopher would put it; I need a hug..."

And she gave him one. What else could any person with a heart do?